Between lie and trutha long way behind,More Like This
to see the exile of thy-
depression arise to me
which divided the road,
between sea and sun-
between lie and truth
at one point ,
all hopes have to leave
which can't be returned
the arise of my sun
can't make my way
the arise of the twinkle stars
can't make me to sleep'
where the sky is
gray letters contains
where the tears
come out for fleer
there is my destination;
play of great pleasentry-some moments
crossed on my mind-
am i wandering?
but no one replay
i've seen my shade
which seemed like a dead'
perhaps it eclipsing me;
in every hazy moments,i
shall be telling this
with a sigh-
somewhere ages and
standing, i don't give
up my helm-
that's i have to do....
Little GirlLittle girl she stands alone,More Like This
Dreams shattered by the road,
And she knocks,
No one's home, so she stands all alone.
Little girl she walks away,
And treads on broken loves,
Leaves her hopes,
Ground to dust, Tears like streams run and gush.
Little girl is swept along,
Unnoticed by the crowd,
Salty taste, little life gone to waste.
Little girl her voice cries loud,
She's rescued by a hand,
Was her own,
Lashing out, she grabs up at the sand.
Little girl she stands alone,
On banks of ground up dreams
Makes a house,
Out of sand, digs a moat around her land.
Little girl she moulds her bricks,
From shattered torn up hopes,
Growing strong, piled up where they belong.
Little girl she's queen of all,
Protected by her tears,
And her hopes,
Built so high, from this nest she will fly.
Devious Journal EntryI Am The Girl WhoMore Like This
I am the girl that people look through when I say something
I am the girl that spends most of her free time reading, writing, or doing other activities that most teenagers wouldn't call normal
I am the girl that people call weird and a freak either behind my back or to my face
I am the girl who doesn't spend all her time on Myspace or talking to a friend on her cellphone (if she has one)
I am the girl who hasn't been asked out in a year
I am the girl that has stopped to smell the flowers and jump and splash in the rain
I am not that girl,
The one that is super popular.
The one that is rich.
The one that will lie to get her way.
The one that doesn't care about your feelings.
The one that has a new boyfriend every week.
The one that hates life because she wears size two jeans.
The one that would cry over a boy.
The one that will give up because she broke a nail.
The one that started wearing make-up at nine years old.
I am that girl,
The one who likes books.
SuicideSuicide... they call it sinMore Like This
They say it is a death in which no-one wins...
They encourage you not to do it, they say it is wrong...
But who is there to encourage you when you can't be strong.
You feel like you have no-one, not even a friend.
No shoulder to cry on, just one last letter to send.
Done.Honestly, reading letters and conversations from last year, remembering how close I was to everyone, it makes me really depressed. and I cry, and I hate myself for fucking up not only my own life but my relationship with the people I loved...but I guess if they really wanted anything to do with me, they would atleast make an effort to talk to me, but they don't. So, I guess I should get over it. It just makes me so pissed that someone can drop a friend that easily, the way they dropped me. I mean, I was there for you for everything, even if the way you felt or the things you did hurt me, I supported you. And even after you told me to delete your number and to fuck off basically, I still comforted you when you texted me. And I can't believe after 17 months of putting up with your bullshit, and being the best girlfriend I could be, you just threw me under the bus. How could you possibly call yourself my boyfriend? How the fuck is what you did justified? the only reason you knew what youMore Like This